In dream of dreams and hope of hopes,
when lightning splits the sea.
In the petal and thorn of a rose,
comes the voice of a woman.
Hear its silky lilt,
clashing with the roar of the ocean,
marvel at the soprano pool of sound.
her laughter like chiming bells,
clinking like jewels in glass,
like magic had a sound.
Let it wash over you.
When lightning splits the sea,
and strikes the desert sand,
comes the voice of a woman.

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